I A LOUSE crept out of my lady's shift -- Ahumm, Ahumm, Ahee -- Crying "Oi! Oi! We are turned adrift; The lady's bosom is cold and stiffed, And her arm-pit 's cold for me. "The lady's linen 's no longer neat" -- Ahumm, Ahumm, Ahee; -- "Her savour is neither warm nor sweet; It's close for two in a winding-sheet, And lice are too good for worms to eat; So here's no place for me." The louse made off unhappy and wet -- Ahumm, Ahumm, Ahee: -- He's looking for us, the little pet; So haste, for her chin's to tie up yet, And let us be gone with what we can get -- Her ring for thee, her gown for Bet, Her pocket turned out for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD TWILIGHT AND DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE HILL-VALLEYS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE RIVER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF BOBBING JOAN by PATRICK CAREY |